How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

with your

 

The mood was strange.

 

but they couldn’t take their

 

of the door if not taking swings at each other before that. Instead, it was the distance between them that was dwindling, something I

 

chest to

 

be my appearance you’re at least not dissatisfied with, my

 

It just came out like that, it didn’t mean anything. There are a hell

 

are you doing here, then?

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

if there was still space left

 

you don’t participate in the

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

the woman raked her fingers through the man’s hair and dug her nails into the back of his neck, pulling him close

 

her size, but he

 

were, and why I was here, as I took

 

cold room had been heating up for a while now, and the sounds of heavy breaths and desperate kissing filled the dark chamber. The

 

romantic, yet macabre. Sad and hopeless and wretched all at the

 

eyes turned

 

could not have seen me. I was only a ghost in this dream,

 

somehow, that woman smiled at me—a meaningless,

 

and smashed into pieces. The face I hadn’t been able to see previously finally became

 

The woman was me.

 

Borgia, that’s you…

 

Then, that man is…

 

to check, to see, to make sense of it, but it was as if someone had turned me to stone. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I

 

and the woman vanished and I

 

***

 

had me

 

me was the heavy feeling in my head. I tried to lift my hand, but it dropped down to the bed I was lying on like

 

me here? What

 

woke up, I turned my eyes to my

 

I wanted to cry.

 

to see him safe and lying next to me, looking like he hadn’t just

 

in, my eyes leaving no part of his face untouched. He did

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

my fingers through his bangs, the movement taking everything

 

low and hoarse, almost a whisper in

 

wasn’t really thinking of anything. It felt like it didn’t really matter, none

 

my previous life and everything I had done in this life, all of it flashed before my eyes,

 

in my

 

like him, the voice I answered him with was low and hoarse as well, a whisper I

 

“What…?”

 

All I was, was an illusion. Once

 

something that

 

what they had wanted me to be. When my brother had had enough of my sniveling and groveling and

 

always been

 

“Always.”

 

into a mean snarl. I knew it wasn’t me he was directing it at. “Were all the people

 

I’m already in a situation where I’m hated without doing

 

numb finger, gently at first until I pressed hard on the bone of his cheek, wondering if

 

kept on gazing at me with that same brokenhearted look in his tired

 

me fully,

 

wide torso and burying my head in the juncture where his shoulder and neck met, breathing in

 

understand why my head felt

 

dream, but I didn’t

 

look at me like that. Because it’s not your fault. It’s not always all about you, you

 

suffering-from-main-character-disease arrogant

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